[12th consult]

[dr_conscience]

Well, looks like another set of random curses battering everyone today... I hope nobody's having too awful of a time with it. I guess the City feels I've earned a break.

In any case, I just have a question today; who would you contact here to have some home repairs done? Such as, for example, if you needed a new window and door.


[Private to Eden]

I found a gun of yours hidden here, if you want it back.

...thank you, by the way.


[ooc: Going to work. bbl bbz.]

Comments

so you thought, Wilson. So you thought.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?

PFFFFFFFT <3 <3 <3

[dr_conscience]

Uh... Morgana?

I'm pretty sure I know which curse you've gotten stuck with, but I'm not entirely certain you're doing that right.

OMG YAY I'VE BEEN WAITING <3 <3 <3 <3

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can't take them off you.

I haaaaate work bb. XD

[dr_conscience]

Well, I guess the good news is that you're not saying anything nearly as vulgar as the things I said when I was stuck with that one.

[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

You must have idiots for roommates, as well.

[dr_conscience]

Oh, just one... and he's not an idiot, just cranky. This would actually be from the raptors that wound up here, a couple of days ago.

[frigidwarsong.livejournal.com]

Raptors?

[dr_conscience]

Well, most people seemed to be lucky enough to just see other people. I personally wound up being visited by a few raptors, too.

Oh, and I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Dr. James Wilson.

Private;

[eiremagic]

Nah, they're there for a reason. If you want it hidden better.

Private;

[dr_conscience]

Well, I'm certainly glad it was here... and that I managed to find it.

Private;

[eiremagic]

...who did you shoot?

Private;

[dr_conscience]

Well, you know the curse a couple of days ago, when all these people randomly showed up in the City... ?

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

Not too awful. Maybe something more like 'Oh dear God, what happened to me?'

[dr_conscience]

Well, the City always seems to be good at that, doesn't it?

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sometimes too good.

[dr_conscience]

Well, I guess there's some comfort in the fact that it's temporary... and you don't seem to be dying, which means it could have done worse? Not to say any curse is really good, of course, but there is a bright side.

I don't think we've met before? I'm Dr. James Wilson.

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

The Network has all the answers if we keep looking. Has anyone answered?

[dr_conscience]

Well, I am hoping.

Nothing has come up yet, though. I think I may just have to go exploring the City to see what I can turn up.

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

The Square is a good place to begin.

[as_damaged]

...what happened to your door and window?

[dr_conscience]

There were a few... raptors here, the other day, actually.

[as_damaged]

...As in, the dinosaurs?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

We're keeping the remains. It'll be under the TV dinners. I'll put my name on it in case you forget when you're hungry.

And I don't think that home repair should be poised as hypothetical on the network.

[dr_conscience]

So I kill dinosaurs and you eat them?

Well, I think the specificity of the repairs actually manages to make it through the tone.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I'm not Fred Flintstone. I'm going to study it. You can eat it after if that is how you yabba-dabba-doo it.

Too passive. I'd have thought you'd go for the gut. Unless you want to save your harrowing tale for Spielberg.